Conversations with fate (Rewriten)

Icefur has never needed anyone. Not her family, not the other Fighters of Justice, not the outcast tigers and Dragons who insist on trying to befriend her, and certainly none of the star-realm, who keep trying to use her to speak to the living. They can do their talking on full moons; they don't need HER.

As she keeps isolating herself, more and more visions start seeping through. The Northian lights are bringing long-lost spirits to her, and whatever she does they just get louder. She tries to flee, travelling alone to the Northernmost point of Glássàñdür. Further than she's ever gone before, Icefur finds herself at a crossroads. She has a chance to change the world forever...

(Cover art credit goes Falcon, an amazing friend of mine on Scratch! Thank you so much for making this, I'm glad you'll finally get to read the story behind this image :)